Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure where your treasure, there your heart where your heart, there your happiness.
What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot.
We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.
To abstain from sin when one can no longer sin is to be forsaken by sin, not to forsake it.
Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full, that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.
The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light; although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.